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Obsessive stalker

Unseen shadows

By Blossom Okafor Published 11 months ago 2 min read
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In shadows' shroud, where secrets dwell, A tale of darkness, I shall tell, Of an obsessed stalker, with wicked desire, Whose heart was consumed by an unholy fire.

He walked in silence, unseen, unknown, A phantom of madness, heart turned to stone, His eyes, a mirror of twisted devotion, Stalking his prey with a perverse emotion.

Obsession's tendrils coiled deep within, A toxic brew of jealousy and sin, He followed her steps, with unwavering gaze, In the depths of his soul, an infernal maze.

Through moonlit nights and starlit skies, He watched her closely, with calculating eyes, Every move, every breath, he'd memorize, A spider, entangled in his web of lies.

He knew her schedule, her routine so well, He'd be there waiting, in shadows he'd dwell, He'd leave little tokens, gifts of his obsession, A chilling reminder of his possession.

She felt his presence, an eerie sensation, A shiver down her spine, a constant vexation, Yet unaware, she lived her life unaware, Of the twisted stalker's relentless stare.

His fantasies grew, his grip tightening, He longed to claim her, to make her his everything, But she was a captive, locked in his mind, A puzzle to solve, a secret to find.

Until one fateful night, as the stars aligned, Fate intervened, their paths entwined, She caught a glimpse, a glimpse of his face, And felt the darkness, the danger encase.

Fear ignited, she sought to break free, To flee from the clutches of this cruel decree, With trembling steps, she fought for her life, Unwilling to succumb to this relentless strife.

And as the stalker chased, fuelled by obsession, She summoned her strength, without hesitation, Through city streets and winding alleys, She raced towards daylight, away from his tally.

In the end, she eluded his wicked pursuit, Escaping the clutches of this twisted brute, But scars remained, etched deep in her soul, A reminder of the terror that once took its toll.

So beware the shadows, the lurking eyes, For the obsessed stalker, in darkness lies, May this cautionary tale serve as a decree, To guard your heart and always stay free.

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